Raise Your Sail [Gil]

It didn't matter the time nor the day, Gilgamesh would always be there for his pups. Especially as the second batch neared their first birthdays, he wanted to help make sure they were prepared for their first raid. Of course, he wouldn't pressure them. If they weren't ready, they could stay behind with whoever else wasn't attending. Yet, it appeared that quite a few of them were eager to attend. One example was Tarnish and when Gilgamesh heard his little boyish howl in the wind, he smiled.

Picking up his pace, he headed toward the obsidian coated boy. Once he gets near enough, with the sand resting between his toes, he comes to a stop and looks over his boy. Gil almost wondered if the boy's coat would change as he grew, but only time would tell. "Tarnish, what can I do ya for?" Gil asks, a fatherly smile on his lips.